Miracle at St. Anna Page #2

I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!

Shh!

- Hector, shut him the f*** up.

- Yes, sir.

- I don't wanna die!

- Shut the f*** up!

[whispering] You wanna get us all

killed? That's your mama right now.

- This far enough?

- Keep movin'.

- You doin' fine, big fella.

- Help me, Lord. Help me, Lord.

Help me, Lord,

I'm prepared for Thee.

- Get off of me, sniper bait!

- Bishop, Train, switch flanks.

Bishop, take outer.

Train, take the inner.

- What's that?

- Take inner flank.

- What's that?

- Come on. Switch places, dummy.

Gimme some room.

Hey, Bishop.

Why we got to cross this river?

They sellin' hoecakes

and beer on the other side.

[laughs]

- My good luck charm gives me strength.

- Piece of sh*t you found

in the gutter in Florence?

Couldn't draw a bowl of turtle soup

from Uncle Amos with that.

Worth more than a bowl of soup!

Shh!

Train.

Hector, you speak Italian.

Cut-off head worth somethin'?

- Yo speaky Puerto Rican, man.

- Hey, muzzle that.

Keep moving.

[man speaks German]

[man on radio] Germany calling,

Germany calling.

Guten morgen, 92nd Division.

Buffalo soldiers, welcome to the war.

[woman on loudspeaker]

We've been waiting for you.

Do you know our German Wehrmacht

has been here digging bunkers

for six months on the Gothic Line?

Waiting.

Your white commanders

won't tell you that, of course.

Why? Because they

don't care if you die.

[whimpering]

But the German people have

nothing against the Negro.

That's why I'm warning you now,

with all my heart and soul.

Save yourself, Negro brothers.

Why die for a nation

that doesn't want you?

A nation that treats you like a slave.

Did I say slave?

Yes, I did.

[speaking German]

Why don't they shut her up?

What is she saying?

Berlin can afford to pipe

that garbage all the way here

but can't give us potato soup.

Individual guns only, on my command.

We have enough ammo

for an hour, maybe two.

[woman] Look around you.

Do you see any white soldiers

in the river next to you?

Are they sending any white

soldiers to die with you today?

- Of course not!

- [man] Steady, ya'll. Adolf Hitler.

Spreadin' that nonsense.

Don't believe a word of that!

Lyin' bastard thinks we monkeys,

apes, baboons, subhuman.

Show him who we are.

[woman] Think of your poor children,

your families suffering at home.

The American white man

is raping your wives and daughters.

Jody is busy right now in your

bedroom, with your wife,

your daughters, even your sons.

And who will stop him if you die today?

Do you think the profitmongers

in Washington, D.C.

care about your children?

They're not thinking of your children!

They're home right now.

Asleep, in a nice warm bed.

Think about the sacrifice

you're making,

just for the privilege of being

second-class citizens back home.

Where can you vote?

Come to the winning side

and, please, teach me those dances.

That Lindy Hop and the Black Bottom.

War is folly, boys.

Better to drop your guns,

give up and dance!

Come out of that cold water, cats!

[speaking German]

You got any more biscuits?

No.

- Or anything else?

- Not for you.

I'll give you money

for a vitamin biscuit.

Go over and beg the Blacks.

What about you?

You a replacement?

65th Army Corps.

I thought they were freezing

their asses off in Russia.

- So?

- You got any biscuits?

No.

They must have given you something.

If I die, you can have all my rations,

but for now,

SHUT THE F*** UP!!!

I got a hole in my stomach.

[woman] Come on over.

Feel the warmth of the German people.

[speaking German] I can't hear a thing

over that damn whore's prattling.

[woman] We have hot food,

fried chicken,

greens, candied yams

and even delicious biscuits

straight from the oven,

just like your mama cooks.

Hey, boys.

I have two big white biscuits

right here for you.

Buffalo soldiers. Hey, cool cats.

Do I have something

special for you.

And you can have all you want.

That goddamned b*tch

is gonna start a race riot.

Is that a white woman, officer?

What's your name, soldier?

- Lieutenant Birdsong, sir.

- Who is that?

- You heard of Tokyo Rose, sir?

- Yeah.

This is the Kraut version. Axis Sally.

She visits us from time to time.

- Is she American?

- Don't know, sir.

[Axis Sally] Have you ever wondered

how it felt to be free?

To be your own man?

To stand tall?

Need a sniper to splat that nag's

brains all over the Serchio.

I can't see a thing outta these.

Roust me up a better set of cans.

Right now, and a drink of water,

on the double.

Yes, sir.

[man] Negative, Abel Six. Stay firm

and await further commands. Over.

What's he gonna do,

give her a smack on the lips?

He sets himself up a mile away with fire

control, then complains he can't see.

Oughta be with his men

like a real captain.

He ain't been here

long enough to learn.

Yeah, and you won't be here

long neither, listenin' to him.

[speaks German]

Stupid white man.

Right now!

Let's go, goddamn it.

New cans, fresh H2O, sir.

[Axis Sally] Buffalo soldiers,

take the first step, fellas.

We have warm fires. Pretty...

- Hold that.

- Yes, sir.

Next time I want you

to take the caps off.

Yes, sir.

German Frauleins like big strong bucks

more than lollipops.

And we love lollipops.

She the one selling

hoecakes and beer?

Your brain's had a rough shuffle.

For the last time, muzzle that sh*t!

- [machine gun fire]

- Coming down!

- Let's go!

- Suppressing fire!

[screaming]

[yelling]

Withdraw! Withdraw!

[man] Withdraw! Withdraw!

[grunts]

Come on, Train! Come on, move!

Go, go, go, go, go!

[man screaming]

Fire!

Fire!

George Company. Request artillery

to grids four, seven, nine and 1-6!

- Send the mail!

- Where the hell are you?

- We've crossed!

- You what?

We're with Uncle Jerry!

Put smoke, H.A. to grids four,

seven, nine and 1-6!

It's impossible to be

on the other side of that river.

- Is that Huggs calling out a grid?

- Huggs! What is your position?

Sir! Huggs is down!

Stamps here! Send the mail!

- Send the mail now!

- Write this name down. Stamps.

Stamps. He's across?

He's lying.

Now, set fire to grids two-three,

two-four and two-five.

- That's Rudden, Fox Company.

- George Company? They've crossed?

I'm new to this outfit

doesn't mean I gotta argue

with goddamn second lieutenants acting

like uppity Negroes. You follow me?

Do you follow me, soldier?

Yes, sir.

Smoke and fire to grids

two-three, two-four, two-five.

- Sir.

- Smoke and fire to grids two-three,

- two-four, two five. Over!

- Smoke and fire to grids two-three,

- two-four and two-five!

- [grunts]

Adolf Hitler, this is for you.

What the hell!

Radio!

- Withdraw!

- Withdrawing!

[Stamps] Cease fire! Cease...

Adjust fire! Adjust fire!

I repeat, adjust fire!

Request artillery to grids four,

seven, nine and 1-6! Send the mail!

[speaks German]

Fire!

[screaming]

Fire!

Incoming!

[screams]

[screaming]

Get off me!

Help!

Help! Help!

Cover me!

[screaming]

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